Panic
The Smiths
Letra

Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself

Could life ever be sane again
On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself

Hopes may rise on the Grasmeres
But honey pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town

But there's panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself

Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music they constantly play

On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
On the provincial towns that you jog'round
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, hang the DJ